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Jun 12
In this world,we live in terminal meltdown,not excepting anything less, than reform now.
Carefully making each word bring out, the absolute truth, that we found.

Considering the ones, who keep turning back, as analysts for trimming away the thoughts, of what is not  sound. Giving them up to there choice, must be profound,
Even in the mind of a critical one, can this thought resound?

At what point, do I live below ground,
To escape the fury of beyond myself now.
Written by
Michael Powers  51/M/North Carolina
(51/M/North Carolina)   
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